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Hugs and Hankies (for the love of Mo)
by Alison McKenzieA dear friend of mine
Who lives at the edge of
A younger generation
Shimmers tears today
In the most bereft vein.
She lost her beloved Nana
To the yawn of that dark forest
We must all, someday, face –
That stalker of those infirmed,
Weak, elderly, and sometimes,
Even those who are blissfully alive.
Of course her heart is fractured
Of the most grievous beat
For her Nana was
More than just a grandma.
She was the reason
My dear friend
Found herself,
And lived to tell.
And for that,
I will always be
In Nana’s precious debt.
But this poem isn’t really
About Nana, whom I never had
The glad occasion to meet
Except through the lens
Of Mo’s love and devotion.
Rather, this poem is an ode
To the girl Nana loved,
Whom, for sake of all love,
We call Mo.
For if there ever was
A more joyful being
On the face of this planet,
And someone I would,
If I had the power of life eternal,
Forever shield from
Pain of any sort,
It would be Mo.
Somehow, I think
Nana would approve.
Mo is the epitome of Sunshine,
As she enthusiastically shares
The choicest slivers
Of her exquisite Light
With those who might
Grace their journey
In her direction.
She is the embodiment of energy
While she dances her way
Through the world,
A light step hard-earned;
A delicately perfumed heart
Made strong lifting
Burdens no child
Should ever have to bear.
But Mo did,
Partly because of
Nana’s music –
The stanzas carefully crafted
To keep a wounded girl
On the move.
While Nana’s last days
May not have been spent
Entirely aware,
She’s moved on to a place
Where she can care for Mo
In a fashion better suited
For the life Mo must now lead
Without the physicality
Of Nana’s witty grin.
Thank you Nana,
From all of us
Who love our Nanas too,
From all of us
Who love your charge,
Our Mo!
And to the girl
Who answers the call
To remind her friends,
On occasion,
Of their beauty,
May Nana ever whisper
In your ear,
The truth she now witnesses
From the Glory side of the veil.
02/24/2012 Author's Note: For our own Mo Couts, who just lost her precious Nana...
Posted on 02/25/2012
Copyright © 2024 Alison McKenzie
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Mo Couts on 02/25/12 at 03:27 AM This is so beautiful and so very sweet. Thank you from the bottom of my heart sweet Ali! |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 02/25/12 at 03:38 AM This is a fine tribute, Ali, to both Nana and our own Mo. |
| Posted by Joe Cramer on 02/25/12 at 10:53 AM ...an excellent tribute..... |
| Posted by Shannon McEwen on 02/25/12 at 09:50 PM this is a beautiful way to help a friend through something terrible. My condolences for Mo's Nana, and my appluse for a lovely poem |
| Posted by Dane Campbell on 09/18/12 at 04:36 AM "To the yawn of that dark forest
We must all, someday, face –
That stalker of those infirmed,
Weak, elderly, and sometimes,
Even those who are blissfully alive." -- These lines sweetly strike at the heart of a bitter truth. I admire this not only for its quality, but also for the fact that you have created it to pay homage to Mo's loss.
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